losing, losing, lost
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so much physical pain before
im eating some ‘Chippers’ (potato chips in chocolate) that my roommate’s girlfriend, Phoebe, sent to him. They’re great and she seems like such a nice girl except this one time…:
I’m in my room with two dudes talking about how I’m Jay-Z and I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one. My roommate, Paul’s next door skyping with his girlfriend when I get this text. I freak out, run to Paul and tell him what’s happened and he screams at Phoebe and forces her to apologize. She shutters under the weight of his deep voice reverbating out of his 6’3” body. Before I know it my phone has vibrated with her ‘sorry’ text message. And I feel like a king. Who’s the retard now Boosalis?
i had such a blessed environment, dont fuck it up
whats to come?
on another note, i just wanted to say that i use my roommate’s nail clippers whenever hes not in the room. lol


